"How to make up for it..." The uncompleted words of Mengchen were swallowed up by Long Xuanmo.
Soon, the two of them flew side by side, hand in hand, above a marvelous paradise, with the atmosphere inside the room warm, sweet, and as fiery as a blaze.
After a long while, Long Xuanmo stopped, holding his bone-deep love for her in his arms, the corners of his lips curling up with a content smile, "Ah Jiu, rest assured, I've got everything covered!"
Mengchen responded softly, snuggling in his embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat, her heart full of gratitude and relief.
The next day, after breakfast, under the worried and encouraging gaze of the Yang family's master and servant, a group set off for The Capital with light carriages and fast horses.
